prompt me: stolen from [ profile] slybrunette

Feb. 13th, 2011 05:10 pm
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I am bored... and in fierce denial re. the fics I already have to write. Therefore... this!

Three Line Stories

Leave me a prompt (or two), a pairing and/or a fandom and I will attempt to write you a three line fic.

Fandoms | Grey's Anatomy, Breaking Bad, The Vampire Diaries, Offspring, Black Swan, Glee (apparently!)

greys: april

(eta: current location? my balcony. in the brilliant afternoon sun. overlooking the river. seriously? how could i ever not want this?)

Date: 2011-02-13 06:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Alex/Izzie, of human action


Alex/Lexie, swan song

(If neither of those work for you, feel free to interpret the pairing as Alex/anyone because, well, that's where I live).

Alex/Lexie | Swan Song

Date: 2011-02-13 07:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
This is fucking hard!! Consider this one a practice attempt.

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Navy blue scrubs knot their legs together at the ankles as her tongue runs a constant circuit; teeth, lips, neck. Teeth again. Familiar.

His red-eye to Chicago is booked for three hours time.

And this, the remnants of a farewell party he didn't want and is more than convinced he doesn't deserve. A swan song of sorts...

Alex/Izzie | Of Human Action

Date: 2011-02-13 07:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Betrayal. Guilt. Lust. Fury. Tempest. Fear. Desperation. Loneliness. Desire.


She smirks as his fingers crawl inside her. Throws her head back, eyes open, wide and unblinking. Curls around him like it's instinct. Knows without doubt that the rest of it was never enough, but maybe, just maybe, this will be.

Date: 2011-02-13 07:01 am (UTC)
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Ian/Nina | At The Airport

Date: 2011-02-13 07:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
His fist curls around his boarding pass of its own accord. An unconscious attempt to render the scrap of paper useless.

“We could drive you know, see the sights along the way?” Drags his gaze from the staccato bounce of his knee and offers her a grin that only slips twice.

She slides her fingers through his, delivers a squeeze of reassurance even as her eyes betray her amused exasperation, “Or we could fly and be there in ninety minutes. It'll be fine, I swear.”

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Date: 2011-02-13 07:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Because I am a rebellious friend and like to make your life difficult (but you love me regardless):

Puck/Quinn- tea

But because I'm also nice and feel your fic-writing pain:

Jackson/Lexie- fishing

Jackson/Lexie | Fishing

Date: 2011-02-13 09:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
She buys him a beer because he bought her candy and listened to her lose her shit and she figures it's only fair.

“Mark bribed me with surgery you know,” he admits as she slides the sloppy offering along the bar towards him.

“I know,” she counters, unconvincing smirk plastered in place, “Which is why I'm probably going to sleep with you tonight. Hope you don't mind...”

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Puck/Quinn | Tea

Date: 2011-02-13 09:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He sings. One last impromptu solo. Guitar his ever present safety harness as high school comes to a sliding full stop.

“Lean on my shoulder now, this story is done...”

Picks her out of the swaying background and dares himself to look away. To direct the lyrics elsewhere, to anyone that is not her. Is far from surprised when he fails, even now...

- - -

Tea and Theatre, The Who.

Date: 2011-02-13 08:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Addison/Alex - Elevator :)

Alex/Addison | Elevator

Date: 2011-02-13 08:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
She notes that he hesitates. It's blink and you'll miss it, but it's there. Pieces hastily slot together as she slides, last minute, through the closing doors behind him. Startles him into backing up an extra step or several.

“Sorry.” Raises her hand, palms out, a surrender of sorts.

He shrugs, default dismissive, locks his eyes on the steadily falling numbers as she tries, fails, to imagine the horror once housed here.

Date: 2011-02-13 09:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Damon/Rose, dream

Damon/Rose | Dream

Date: 2011-02-13 09:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
His fingers curl into the hair at the nape of her neck. Sweat sticky and stuttering as she arches against him. Fire and ice and the beat of a marching band in his ribcage.

He counts to ten because three is too soon. Too soon. Too soon. Too far away...

Wakes to darkness. Emptied and emptying as the images fade, become nothing more than ghosted whispers that will live for eternity under his skin.

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Date: 2011-02-13 12:32 pm (UTC)
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Damon/Elena - I let it fall, my heart, and as it fell, you rose to claim it. (Am I not the most ridiculously predictable schmuck ever?)

Caroline/Stefan (IDEK I THINK I MIGHT LEGITIMATELY SHIP IT?) - I break like china.

And I may come back later with a Lexie/Jackson prompt, I hope you don't mind :DD Sending you an overdue email shortly, btw.

Stefan/Caroline | Like China

Date: 2011-02-16 12:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Note: Um, SPARKADIA FOR THE WIN! I saw these guys last year and we were the first crowd they played 'China' to (so they said)! Yay us!

- - -

They blame the aftermath. That it is bloodless and unexpectedly, shockingly, calm seems beside the point in the end.

No one dies. No one is horrifically maimed. It all peters out meekly, an anticlimax of sorts. At least, until Elena leaves with Damon, and Tyler just leaves full stop and when the myriad ghosts that fill the Salvatore house fall to silent for long enough, the realisation that it is only them is oddly comforting.

Date: 2011-02-13 01:22 pm (UTC)
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Alex/Lexie | Reunion

Date: 2011-02-14 12:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
His hair is lighter than she remembers. She'd call it greying but that would mean admitting time has come between them. Too much time.

Her dress, hastily discarded, puddles at their feet and his fingers dance lightly across her collar bone as they fall into a familar routine.

Older now, but not necessarily any wiser.

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Date: 2011-02-13 09:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
BAHAH, I can't believe you can actually limit yourself to three lines.

Puck--you don't really care for music do you?/...the baffled king composing Hallelujah

Damon-- He bleeds and he cries and sometimes, when it's a new moon, he dreams.

Alex--the scientific truth that when you think about breathing you can't.

Alex | Breathing

Date: 2011-02-14 11:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Set mid-season 6. (I have a feeling this might be three and a half four lines! But your lack of faith in me is heartwarming! Haha!! (and probably well founded!). ETA: HA!! THREE LINES! How do you like THEM apples?!!

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Eyes closed, he counts to seventeen. Rocks back and forth on his heels 'til he's half way to convinced he's going to land face first at his own feet. Clamps a hand against the wall instead. Fists the scrawled good-bye between fingers suddenly, inexplicably, numb and stops breathing for a beat.

Almost forgets to start again.
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Date: 2011-02-16 11:21 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile]
*tries not to request too many* *ignores a prompt or two* (you will write them all for me because you love me and I am awesome.)

Addison/Alex, dance the night away

Mark/Teddy, spin until it's all a blur

Alex/Lucy, rewrite

Alex/Lexie, again and again

Teddy/Henry, what's a girl to do?

Alex/Teddy, turned on


Date: 2011-02-16 11:41 am (UTC)
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I HAVE SEARCHED FANDOM HIGH AND LOW FOR ALEX/LUCY SHIPPERS (found [ profile] miss_blanche but we have like, literally, the same brain so that didn't really surprise me!!), BUT OMG *HIGH FIVE* ALEX/LUCY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She's Tasmanian you know?! If/when she hooks up with Alex it'll practically be like I'm hooking up with him myself!

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Alex/Lexie | Again And Again

Date: 2011-02-19 11:59 am (UTC)
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They're not together but they're not really apart either, and what happens next could have been predicted before the first shot of tequila landed on the liquor tacky bar runner.

She called it recycling once. An apt metaphor.

His head tilts, to the side and down a little. Practiced. She fits perfectly. Teeth and tongue and fingers fisted into clothing that won't quite make it to all the way off...
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Alex/Lucy | Rewrite

Date: 2011-02-19 12:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Her bottom lip is three quarters to caught between his teeth when she finally shuts up. Moans a breathless "Jesus, fuck" against his tongue as her scrub pants meet the floor at her feet.

She fights desperately to assert some degree of authority but his knee presses up between her thighs then. Hard.

And she thinks she forgets her own name for a little while after that.

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I know this is not three pages! But I ran out of time and I really want to do a longer fic so keep an eye out!!

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Alex/Teddy | Turned On

Date: 2011-02-19 12:20 pm (UTC)
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It's wrong. Wrong on so many levels it's not even funny.

But his fingers are delicately working at the failing heart of a seven year old and all she can think about is how skilled they'd be working at her.

She thinks she blames Seattle Grace for this. Her newly developed weakness for depravity. But she thinks she blames him a little bit for it, too...

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Mark/Teddy | Spin Until It's All A Blur

Date: 2011-02-19 12:26 pm (UTC)
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She's married but not to him. And he's about to have a baby but not with her.

In the end none of it matters as skin slides, salty slick, and tongues get caught between teeth that are just the right side of too eager.

They laugh in the aftermath, a hollow sound that fools no one as the space they've just filled with sex and self loathing slowly starts to empty out once more...

Date: 2011-02-21 02:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Puck/Quinn - Home

Puck/Quinn - Beth

Puck/Sarah (his sister) - All he has anymore


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